Inn at Last Chance by Hope Ramsay Review

Mastiff-DogJenny Carpenter is finally working towards her goal of owning and running a Bed and Breakfast but she runs into problems when the house’s previous owner shows up looking for a room before the Inn is even open in Inn at Last Chance by Hope Ramsay. Determined to open her dream Inn, she turns down Gabriel Raintree’s offer to repurchase the house from her but feels like she should allow the mysterious author to stay at the Inn despite the fact that it isn’t open for business yet.

Gabriel Raintree is the best selling author of thriller books (despite the fact that all his fans seem to be goths) who has returned home to Last Chance when he is struck with writer’s block. Not sure why he agreed to sell his dilapidated family home, Gabe decides to buy it back and to try to finally move past the shooting death of his brother when they were both in their teens. But when mysteriously strange events start happening at the Inn, will Gabe find himself living a story that could have been ripped right out of one of his novels, even more importantly, will it cost him the love he is starting to feel for Jenny?!

Inn at Last Chance is a great addition to the Last Chance series. We finally get to the heart of the mystery of the shooting death of Luke, Gabe’s brother and more about Zeph and why Zeph feels like he has to do what the ghost wants. While I always enjoy Ramsay’s books (as evidenced by how many I have reviewed and the fact that I have read the entire series) it was fun to see her take the story down a different path than she has in the past with the addition of the full on ghost and with the ghost being a character in his own right. I really like Jenny’s character, the good girl who has always been kind of overlooked it was nice to see her get her own happily ever after. Gabe was a little frustrating because it felt like he took the stupid man refusing to fall in love a little too far but redeemed himself by the end (and I love his reactions to Jenny’s redecorating of the house). As always, the meddling of the ladies of Last Chance are entertaining, especially since they always seem to get Miriam’s love predictions wrong. Inn at Last Chance is a stand alone novel but I recommend reading the entire series.

You can read an excerpt here.

Last Chance Reading Order

Last Chance Bride

Small Town Christmas

Welcome to Last Chance (you can read my review here)

Home at Last Chance

Last Chance Beauty Queen

Last Chance Christmas (you can read my review here)

Last Chance Book Club

Last Chance Summer

Last Chance Knit & Stitch

A Christmas To Remember (you can read my review here)

Inn at Last Chance 

inn at last chanceRating: Star 4copy

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Title: Inn at Last Chance

Author: Hope Ramsay

Format: Paperback, eBook

Page Nos.: 365


Publisher: Forever Romance

Release Date: April 29. 2014

Available for purchase: Amazon

Reviewer: Jessica


**I received a copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley but was not required to provide a review and it did not impact my review in any way.

Sweet and Sassy Blog Tour with Hope Ramsay and Molly Cannon and Excerpts


Novel Reaction is excited to be a part of the Sweet & Sassy Blog Tour with not one but two romance authors. First let’s learn a little bit more about these lovely ladies and then on to the good stuff….excerpts from their newest releases Inn at Last Chance by Hope Ramsay and Flirting With Disaster by Molly Cannon.

RamsayHopeHope Ramsay grew up on the North Shore of Long Island, but every summer Momma would pack her off under the care of Aunt Annie to go visiting with relatives in the midlands of South Carolina. Her extended family includes its share of colorful aunts and uncles, as well as cousins by the dozens, who provide the fodder for the characters you’ll find in Last Chance, South Carolina. She’s a two-time finalist in the Golden Heart and is married to a good ol’ Georgia boy who resembles every single one of her heroes. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia, where you can often find her on the back deck, picking on her thirty-five-year-old Martin guitar. 

Hope is here to share with us an excerpt from Inn at Last Chance the latest in her Last Chance series.

Ramsay_InnatLastChance_MMLast Chance Reading Order

Last Chance Bride

Small Town Christmas

Welcome to Last Chance (you can read my review here)

Home at Last Chance

Last Chance Beauty Queen

Last Chance Christmas (you can read my review here)

Last Chance Book Club

Last Chance Summer

Last Chance Knit & Stitch

A Christmas To Remember (you can read my review here)

Inn at Last Chance (you can read my review here)

Now for the excerpt itself:


Gabe pulled Jenny and Bear across the hall into his bedroom, where he shut the door. With the door closed and the dog safe, Gabe was free to use both arms to draw Jenny tight to his chest. She clutched the lapels of his robe.

“It’s all right,” he whispered into her ear, deeply conscious of the soft brush of her hair against his cheek. She was trembling all over, and he couldn’t decide if she was cold or just scared to death. He choked back his fury and pressed her tighter to his chest. “Hush now. That was aimed at me, not you.” He closed his eyes and inhaled her. She smelled like lavender.

He gave himself permission to hold her for a minute before he pushed her back at arm’s length. Then he shucked out of his robe, leaving him standing there clad only in his boxers. He draped the robe around her shoulders. “Here, take my robe and go sit by the fire, it’s the only heat that seems to work in this room.” He gestured toward the old recliner he’d rescued from the moving men and placed near the hearth.

She didn’t follow his command. Instead, she stood right before him, her gaze traveling up his body, taking in his boxers and naked chest. What the baseboard heating failed to achieve in the back bedroom, Jenny managed just with her look. It seared him. It branded him. He needed to turn away before he embarrassed himself.

But she snared him before he could escape. She grabbed his right hand in both of hers, and her touch was as warm as the room was cold. Her eyes were liquid and kind behind the lenses of her glasses. He wanted to remove those frames and kiss her all over. Truly he had lost his mind.

So when she kissed his palm, his willpower broke. He pulled her closer, his left hand sliding down to the small of her back so he could draw her up along the length of his suddenly aroused body. He lowered his head and kissed her the way he’d been thinking about for days.

She opened for him, like the petals of a sweet flower. Her mouth responsive, her tongue dancing with his in a pattern that seemed familiar, as if she knew what he wanted, just as he instinctively knew how to please her. He devoured her and lost all sense of time and place and urgency, until she snaked her warm hands under the waistband of his boxers and cupped his ass.

That brazen exploration ignited a river of lust, but it also surprised the crap out of him.

This was Jenny. Not some groupie he picked up in some bar. This was sweet, tempting Jenny, who was unworldly and naive and cloistered. He might want to carry her across the room to his bed and lay down with her, but she deserved so much more.

And besides, he couldn’t ignore the warning someone had left in her kitchen.

So he reluctantly lifted his head and set her back at arm’s length. “I’m sorry,” he said in a gruff voice. “I shouldn’t have done that.”


Molly is here to share an excerpt from Flirting With Forever the latest in her Everson, Texas series.

Molly CannonMolly lives a charmed life in Texas with her nearly perfect husband and extremely large cat Nelson. When she’s not writing, she spends her days reading, taking dance classes with the hubby and watching all kinds of sports.


Cannon_FlirtingwithForever_MMEverson, Texas Reading Order

Ain’t Misbehaving

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Flirting with Forever

Now for the excerpt itself:


If he was smart he’d follow her suggestion.  Get the hell out of here, go home, and take a cold shower.  But he’d never been smart about Ree, and it was hot.  Summer in Texas hot.  And her swimming pool was just sitting there waiting to be of some use.   He put his tools away and headed for the bath house.  An odd assortment of suits hung from hooks on the wall, and he picked a pair that looked like long plaid walking shorts.  They fit just fine, so he grabbed a towel and walked out to the pool.

Ree must have still been in the house, but he didn’t wait for her.  He dove into the deep end of the pool, letting the cool water shock his system.  He stayed under water, swimming with his eyes open until he reached the shallow end of the pool, and then he turned around without surfacing and swam the other direction.  His lungs were burning from a lack of oxygen, so he was finally forced to come up for air.  Good God.  The sight before him nearly knocked the breath out of him all over again.

Wearing a purple bikini and nothing more, Ree walked out of the back door gliding toward him like a model on one of his fantasy runways.


Irene walked out the door just as Theo was rising from the water like a sleek water god.  Neptune’s warrior.  Or some mythical creature.  His black hair was slicked back from his face.  Water cascaded down his bulging arms, across his broad chest, and ran over his flat stomach.  He’d gained more muscle since she’d first known him and the result was extraordinary.   Unfortunately for her peace of mind, he was gorgeous.  Absolutely.  Undeniably the epitome of male perfection.  A beautiful boy grown into the manliest of men.  Damn it all and a box of rocks.

She put her eyeballs back in their sockets and tried to act casual.  If she didn’t want to make a fool of herself she’d have to keep things light –act unaffected.  Working with him this afternoon had already put her into a state of unbridled ditziness.  She kept sneaking peeks at the way the muscles in his arms bunched as he swung the hammer, or the way he used his long legs, lifting the thick boards over his head before putting them in place.  The hot Texas sun must have baked her brain because he suddenly seemed even more attractive than usual.  She was supposed to be immune.  But the way his dark hair artfully curled around the top of his ears seemed designed to make her blood thicken with need.  Those eyes.  Cool blue and watching her, calculating her responses, but she’d lost track of what he wanted from her years ago, and the time she’d spent with him the last few days had done nothing to clarify anything at all.  Especially what and how she felt about this man.

It had taken her way too long to decide what bathing suit to wear.  Like it mattered.  It wasn’t like she was going on a date, for goodness sakes, but his remark about her not wearing a suit made her self-conscious, and resentful, and turned on all at the same time.  She was letting the man screw with her head, and that was the one thing she’d promised she wouldn’t do.  First she started to put on a black one piece racing suit that covered as much skin as possible, but it felt like she was being manipulated into wearing it.  Like she was ashamed that he’d seen her naked on his arrival into town.  Then she grabbed a two piece that had a little skirt.  Modest, but showing a little more flesh.  She held it up in the mirror and frowned at the polka dot design.  It looked like something a clown might wear.  To hell with it.  She picked up her favorite purple bikini, slipped it on, and marched outside with her head held high.

The impact of seeing him all wet and bare-chested was like taking a shot of tequila on an empty stomach.  Hot quivers ran through her veins.  Intoxicating.  She’d been without a man for much too long if he could make her feel so out of control just by taking his shirt off.  It took all of her mighty concentration not to stop and gawk.  But she was proud of herself.  She made it to the side of the pool, but then stopped having no idea what to do next.  Conversation was way beyond her power.  As a kid she’d always liked to make a splashy entrance, so she let out a yell and executed the perfect cannon ball, rocking the pool, and hoping he might be gone when she surfaced for air.


Thank you ladies for allowing us a sneak peek at your latest novels.